We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world.

A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.

I think that knowledge enslaves us, that at the base of all knowledge there is a servility, the acceptation of a way of life wherein each moment has meaning only in relation to another or others that will follow it.

If I want to realize totality in my consciousness, I have to relate myself to an immense, ludicrous, and painful convulsion of all of humanity.

Eroticism is assenting to life even in death.

Thought does not ennoble us and neither does it differentiate humans from other animals.

Indeed, the direction of the future is only there in order to elude us.